Let's recap, shall we? Blurr took off for the park, and Optimus, Bumblebee, Blurr (obviously), have been victimized...courtesy of Jetfire and Jetstorm. And...wow, that's it...? I really need to get this into gear! XDD Anyways, here we gooo...I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! D:
Jetfire and Jetstorm left a puzzled Optimus Prime in search of their next victim. And, wouldn't you know it, but they pass by the medical bay. Ratchet was in there, too. Jetfire looked at Jetstorm, and said, "Brother, I don't want to fight with his EMP being on his arm..." Jetstorm replied, "I have this under control, brother." "Well, if it isn't Jetfire and Jetstorm. Want to explain what you have under control, Jetstorm...?" The twins turned around to see Prowl leaning against the wall, watching them intently. Jetfire just gaped at him, while Jetstorm stuttered. "I-It isn't being of y-y-our c-concern, Prowl." Jetstorm stood up straight, and then acted like he just remembered something, and shouted to Jetfire. "WHERE IS BLURR BEING, BROTHER?" Jetfire jumped, and looked at Jetstorm as if his brother had gone mad. "Um, isn't he-" Jetfire stopped, realizing what Jetstorm was trying to do-distract Prowl. Ratchet had also heard the racket Jetstorm was causing, and came out to investigate. "What's going on out here?" Ratchet growled. Jetfire responded, "We don't know where special operative Blurr is." Ratchet looked to Prowl, and gruffly said, "What're ya waitin' fer? Go find their little blue friend." "But-" Prowl protested, and Ratchet said impatiently, "You can find him faster than Bumblebee. Now get going." Ratchet turned away, and Prowl glared at the twins, who kept straight faces, and thus, Prowl left to find Blurr. Jetstorm and Jetfire went into the medical bay and Jetfire stood by the door while Jetstorm went up to Ratchet. "I need to see your EMP generator." he said. "What-why do ya need that?" Ratchet asked, baffled by the request. "You are not of being in the authority to be of the knowing." Jetstorm replied. Ratchet immediately knew what card Jetstorm was playing-the rank card. "Why you little..." Ratchet growled, more than irritated. Jetstorm held out his servo, waiting patiently. Ratchet grumbled to himself, and not-so-gracefully handed Jetstorm his EMP. You don't bring it back in one piece, I'll be repairing it with both of your chasis! You hear me?" Jetstorm replied, "How do you turn it on low level...?" More of a question, really. Ratchet looked puzzled, but helped Jetstorm fix it onto it's lowest level-not to hurt your opponent, but just to paralyze them. Jetstorm pointed it at Ratchet-supposedly unwittingly-and said, "It this how you fire it...?" Ratchet jumped out of the path of his EMP, and went over to Jetstorm. "Yes, that's how you fire the EMP Generator! Watch where ya aim that thing!" Jetstorm looked surprised, and the said. ""I need to speak to Jetfire momentarily-will you go there by your berth please...?" Ratchet eyed the twin suspiciously, but did as he was told. "Jetstorm! You did it!" Jetfire whispered eagerly. "Now I'm not afraid to fight him-" Jetstorm interrupted him by whispering back: "Who says we HAVE to fight him now...?" Jetstorm smiled mischievously, and Jetfire caught his hint, and returned his smile. The twins looked at Ratchet, who was fiddling with his war wound again-the twins had found out that he did this a lot-and Jetstorm silently and accurately pointed the EMP at him. Ratchet only uttered a small gasp when he got hit in the middle of his chest plates. The medical bay was sound proof-because of when:
1.- Bumblebee screamed when he got his shots.
2.-When Ratchet was up at night working on a bot and the others were in recharge.
Jetstorm shut the door while Jetfire locked it, then the twins went over to Ratchet and put him on the berth. "What do you two think you're doing?" Ratchet yelled, enraged. The twins were sure that they'd regret this, but it was gonna be worth it...for now. "It's ok-we know what we be doing." Jetstorm said, while Jetfire nodded in agreement. Once Ratchet was on the berth completely, Jetstorm went to the other side of Ratchet and asked Jetfire: "Do you wish to take his pedes...?" Jetfire nodded, and replied, "I will for now." Jetfire scooted down to the bottom of the berth, and Ratchet was obviously uneasy. "Wh-what...?" Was all Ratchet was able to say before bursting into laughter. "You-You two are going to be off-lined for this! Ahahaha!" Ratchet couldn't move, and the twins knew this. Jetfire was stroking his fingers lightly up and down Ratchets pedes, while Jetstorm's danced across his sides and lower chasis (stomach). Jetfire moved up to the top of the medics knee's, and Ratchet just couldn't stop laughing at this. "Stahahahp! Plhehehese! I'm begging you two nohohohow!" "Jetstorm and Jetfire laughed along with him, enjoying this moment. Jetstorm moved up to the back of the medic's neck, and started to rub his fingers in a circular motion. Ratchet laughed even more, if it was possible. Jetstorm looked over to Jetfire, keeping his fingers with Ratchet, and laughed, "I think we just found the most ticklish Autobot, brother." Jetfire smiled and replied, "Yes, I think that is being correct, brother! And, who would being thinking of the medical bot!" "You two-ahahahaha-hahaha!" Ratchet couldn't even use words anymore, he was laughing too hard. Jetfire and Jetstorm joined Ratchet in his laughter once again. After a few moments, they stopped, leaving Ratchet to recover his paralysis, still laughing and gasping. Jetfire unlocked the door, and Jetstorm opened it, looking both ways-in case of Prowl, naturally. That mech was becoming quite the nuisance to them and their plans...but, eventually, he would become a part of them. Jetstorm smiled as he thought this. As the twins left looking for their next victim, Ratchet shouted in a weak voice, "You two are gonna regret that...!" "Eventually. But for now, it is being worth it. Oh," Jetstorm added, with a flick of his wrist over at the table, "Your EMP Generator is being in good shape. Carry on." With that, the twins were gone.
So, how much does Prowl know now...? And now all who remain untouched are Bulkhead, Jazz, and Prowl. Prowl is coming closer to the answer's he wants step by step-but will he find his answers in time-or will it be too late?